Llamasr's cold-weather ritual begins with a shiver, their breath visible in the frosty air. They shed their clothes, the chill intensifying their senses. Settling into a comfortable position, they start to touch, their hands tracing patterns on their skin, igniting a fire within. The room may be cold, but Llamasr's body is heating up, their touch becoming more urgent, more insistent, as they chase the winter away with their own private heat.